The Billionaire's Sixth Wife

Ch. 1"Hija, your father called you," Manang said when I came home.

I sighed.

"OK, Manang," I said with a phony smile.

I walked up to my room for a while to change my clothes because I had just gotten home from work before I could change. Then I decided to go down the stairs, and I instantly spotted my father sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea next to me; on the other hand, his wife is my stepmom.

"It's good to come down," my stepmom murmured as she noticed me heading into the living room. I didn't see her and sat quietly on the sofa.

They were really solemn.

"What is it, Dad? I have work I need to finish."

My father sipped his tea again before placing it on the center table.

"The Larckstone Family is organizing a public blind date party, and they are all inviting single ladies with the surname Wealth to participate in the upcoming event. "To be the sixth wife for their only son, Hellios Larckstone," he remarked solemnly.

I remain silent and wait for his next few words, but I'm still perplexed as to why he's suddenly telling me this. After all, am I not interested in attending that blind date party because I'm not a desperate girl eager to sell myself to those men?

Consider yourself his sixth wife. What happens if he ever gets to choose that blind date? It will come to an end back into divorceappens if he ever gets to choose that blind date? It will come to an end back into divorce. I'm puzzled why that happens to people who marry him.

"Avoid another divorce. Hellios must marry a woman with a specific surname." My stepmother stated that I just arched my eyebrows as if saying, "Hell, I don't care."

"Then?" I queried because I don't understand their ideas and they don't talk to me about these topics in particular.

"Our company requires the Larckstone advantages."

"I have nothing to do with the fact that I am not near the Larckstones, so why are you saying this to me?" I explain flatly.

This bothers me, especially when they make them slur what they're saying.

"I want you to join the upcoming blind date, Fime," Dad remarked honestly.

"You must be kidding me, dad." I chuckle as if I've just heard the greatest ridiculous joke, but I'm unhappy since dad is frowning at me.

"But why me, dad?" I exaggerated.

"Why not Veronica? She has a good chance of getting a billionaire man," I said, sounding annoyed to my adoring stepdaughter, but I didn't care because I was saying the truth.

"HOW DARE YOU!" my stepmom yelled violently, but I'm fine with her, right?

"I guess the truth hurts," I say innocently.

"I can't let Veronica go. I don't want her to know what it's like to be a widowed or divorced woman. Your sister is worth more, man." I chuckled heartily.

'sister'

would never happen in my life. "Is she that important to you, dad?" I had to remind myself.

"You love her that much to force me? I am your legitimate daughter, but will you sacrifice your own daughter for your beloved company? And for your beloved stepdaughter? Why isn't Veronica just useful? As for their being attached to the household of

*BUCK!

When my father's hand quickly landed on my cheek, I didn't finish what I was saying. My heart instantly ached, and it gradually broke. I can't believe he appreciates that dangling girl more than my real son; it's hilarious!

I'm cradling my now-bleeding cheek.

My cheeks are puffy from the power of my father's slap, so I massage them and stare at him blankly.

"This is how you please me, dad." I asked him inadvertently.

My stepmother is enraged, as is my adoring father, whom I have known my entire life. What a shame, right? In any case, I've already utilized it.

"Your attitude, Scar!" I must have smiled fatly when he stated I was ashamed of my behavior.

"I'm asking you, dad, do you love your stupid child so much that you would put your real son in such a situation? "The man got divorced for the fifth time, and Imponent?"

disliked stated. I squeezed my hand so tightly that my fingernails dug deep into my palm. "Scar, you have to understand that Veronica won't fit in." "So I fit in with that man, right, Vivian?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Scar! Respect your mother!" Dad yelled fiercely, and I burst out laughing! Laughter laced with venom.

"Mom died ten years ago, dad," I sneered. "How did she become my mommy?"

"She will never be my mother, mark my words," I stated firmly, as he became surprised before regaining his composure.

"I asked you one last time, do you really want me to follow your order?" I was expecting he'd say 'no' or retract his statement, but he didn't. I looked at Dad with a lowered shoulder when I saw him nodding determinedly, and he didn't even think twice about his answer.

I was seeking his regrets, but there were none-a fucking none!

"Fine," I answered reluctantly.

Both of their faces lit up quickly. My father stood up to hug me, but I stopped him because I was tired and sick of seeking his love-the love of my father-but I guess he can never do that. I gave up since he would never love me.

I groaned several times, and they both smiled at their husbands. I take a stance. It's funny how her father devoted all but his attention to her stepsister. Isn't it hilarious?

"This is the last time I will do what you want since I became the sixth wife; I'm no longer your son, Mr. Clarfson, but don't worry, I'll assure you that I will help the company; will I let the company go bankrupt if I own it?" I answered unemotionally.

I curled my lips to disguise my smirk as I saw my father's pale and incredible expression. Unfortunately, they force me to limit this type of

I left them perplexed.

Cont.

When I entered my room, I let out the tears I had been holding back.

back from the brink of disaster! You've got it together, Dad! Do you prefer Veronica to me? While I am your biological son!

"I HATE YOU, DAD! I hate you! I WISH YOU NEVER BECAME A DAD! I WISH!" I yelled.

I don't care if they listen intently now, so he knows I despise him. It's worse than the devil when he turns his back and loves that stupid woman, especially his wife.

I can't believe Dad loved those thugs more than his own son. It's quite amusing.

"Wait a minute, dad, I'll show you that you chose the wrong person, and from now on, no Fime Scar Clarfson is weak." I wiped my tears as I stared at the screen.

"Hija, here are the clothes you will wear," Ma'am Vivian remarked, handing me a paper bag. I merely smiled at her and placed the paper bag she had brought on my bed.

"Hija, are you okay?" Manang said to me, then took the comb and combed my long hair."

"Of course, man." I tried not to cry since I knew Manang would be concerned about me, but he is the only one who is concerned about me in this house.

"I heard you crying last night, and I wanted to let you into your room, but your father stopped me." "Hija, I don't blame you if you hold a grudge against your father, but he was hurt by what you said, especially when you said it in front of your father."

"When you yelled how much you despise him, son, remember that no matter what happens, he is still your father; don't forget that," my manang continued in a continuous litany.

He wiped my already-fallen tears, which shocked me.

"Thank you, man," I murmured humbly.

I'm embarrassed because I think I'm in a good place.

"Okay, it'll be fine because the person who will pick you up will arrive soon," Manang said as he exited my room.

I sighed heavily as I remembered what Manang had told me.

It's true that what I said wounded my father, but it's impossible; it doesn't matter to me. Maybe he's even delighted that I'll lose this house if I don't do it.

"I'm really beautiful," I told myself firmly once I finished arranging myself.

Actually, I only wear light make-up because I'm already beautiful. Haha, you guys should be confident! Then I just wore my long hair down and a tiger-striped midi cami dress with a 4-inch crystal stiletto, and viola!

You can tell I'm in love with myself because I can't take my gaze away from the mirror.

I entered my room with an apathetic expression. I don't let them know I'm frail, vulnerable, and kind! I'll show them the demon that they awoke.

"I'm leaving," I said as I walked out of this damned house.

I heard my father but did not look at him. I don't want to feel bad, so maybe my plan will be different this time. I simply sit properly and gaze out the window.

"I pledge to be your sixth wife, Dad."

Ch. 2With a mix of architectural forms, the mansion house appeared magnificent. It was massive, covering more than 2,000 square meters.

There were a lot of cars coming and going from the front gates.

The person in charge of the feast took me into the waiting area, where several women were already waiting, but when I stepped in, their pairs of eyes leaned on me.

Did they just witness anything lovely? ts.

"The official meeting is about to begin soon; please be prepared," the person in charge declared as she began to pick up and read from the register list.

The girl was overjoyed when he called her name again as they walked to the reception room.

After 5 minutes, she returned with her makeup smudged and tears streaming down her face.

What occurred? Why is the sister girl still grieving over the drama?

'What did Hellios do to you?' inquired a girl. "I'm not a gossip; I didn't listen to them, but I just saw her pick up her bag and run crying to leave the banquet area; that's her art," the girl inquired.

One woman after another emerged from the reception area with tears in their eyes, and the women began chatting, which was really irritating.

I texted my driver to bring the packed tissue so I'm prepared; wouldn't it be a shame to leave the reception with my make-up in shambles?

just arrived.

The room was large and roomy, as expected, yet it gave guests a peculiar sense of suffocation.

I was taken aback when I noticed Hellios sitting on a sofa in the middle of the room.

He had thick brows like sharp swords, deep, emotionless gray eyes with a keen look, thin lips, a flawless jawline, and a tall yet muscular frame. It looks exactly like the article and other features I've read.

There aren't enough words to describe him. He appeared ethereal and majestic, as if he were born to be king, compelling everyone to kneel and surrender to him.

But, of course, I'm an exception.

I took a deep breath and sat down quietly in front of this Greek. I placed the bag of Kleenex on the table in front of him.

"What are you doing, woman?" Hellios inquired, raising his thick black brows.

"Wipe my tears," I said honestly.

Hellios was taken aback and burst out laughing.

Oh, he's so handsome that he laughed!

"Do you think I'll make you cry as well?"

"But none of them left with a smile, so I guess yes," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Because they are very disappointing in their responses."

"Do I have to answer all of your questions?" I inquired.

"Yes," he answered sluggishly.

"Okay, spill it."

"Do you know how many times I divorced?" his first wife asked.

"Five," I respond promptly, because everyone knows the answer to his query.

"And do you think a man who can't even manage his family will be able to manage a company well?" his colleague inquired.

I let out a sigh.

"Yes, the personal issue with his family can be set aside," I responded calmly.

Hellios smirked as he looked at me.

What's the matter with his smile? I pondered the question.

He said, "What's your name, young lady?"

"Fire Scar Clarkson"

"You may leave," he murmured, surprising me with the third blink of my eyes.

"Will you choose me?" I said it directly.

"Why would I choose you?" Give me a reasonable reason," he questioned, his lips twisted as though he found the sound appealing.

"Because I'm your sixth and final wife," I stated boldly.

He sneered, "Last wife?"

"So arrogant," he said, but I just smiled back.

"Why don't you believe me?" "You can give me a try unless you're afraid I'll make you fall in love with me, Mr. Larckstone," I taunted.

I don't mind if he selects me because I'm simply too desperate to be his wife. It's not that I have feelings for him; I just truly need him.

"All right. "I'll give it a shot because of your bravery, but remember, it doesn't matter who I choose because I don't want to love any woman at all," he stated emphatically as he stood up.

Alright! I can't help but smile when I hear "Mission Accomplished!"

"I'll assure you that I'll be your sixth and final wife," I assured him with a sweet grin.

Cont

Hellios stepped out the door, but before I followed him, I sighed deeply and thanked my lucky stars. I stood up and followed him.

Everyone outside the entrance was staring at me and Hellios when we appeared. The intern approached us and inquired about Hellios.

"You've made your decision, Young Master?" the person in charge asked.

"Yes, it's her," Hellios said, raising his chin and pointing at me.

Immediately, all of the women turned their gaze to me, and the room erupted in gossip and groans. I incited public outrage and dismay.

But I flip my hair and smirk because I'm the chosen one. I almost burst out laughing but held back, especially after hearing the gossip of the insecure bitches here.

'What capacity does she have to be chosen by Hellios' bitch girl?" says the narrator.

"Isn't Clarkson the Fime Scar?" "How can she possibly be better than me?" - clown

That's accurate. "Before she could finish his sentence, a man appeared out of nowhere."

"The young master's choice has never been questioned and should not be questioned." He was truly the gossip. I gave him a sparing smile and secretly thanked him for causing me the anguish of hearing what they were saying.

"Everyone enters the banquet hall," the person in charge said. He then turned to face us and stated: "Young Master, Madam said that if you've chosen your fiancee, you may bring her to the main hall to meet her," he said nicely.

Hellios turned around and walked straight into the main hall.

I was pained by your brother's attitude, sisters; did he abandon me here? Hello, your fiance has arrived! Ts!

I nodded to thank the person in command and my fellow bastards.

I was taking steady breaths and modest steps. After all, I'm not afraid of being questioned or challenged because my goal is clear.

An elegant older lady was visibly seated pleasantly on an elegant couch in the mail hall.

She, like Hellios, exuded a sense of superiority, but her grin was warm and genuine. I was astonished, as opposed to the article about Hellios' mother's perception of an awful mother-in-law.

"Is she the woman you chose, son?" his mother inquired, gesturing to me.

"Yes, it's her," he said dismissively as he took his seat.

His mother took my hands in hers and seated herself next to herself. "What family are you from?" she inquired politely.

"Madam, I'm the eldest daughter of Ferron Clarfson, and my name is FimeScar Clarfson," I said respectfully.

"How old are you, my dear?" his mother kindly said.

"24," I said with a modest smile. She was no longer as nervous.

"Are you scared of my son?" she inquired, laughing.

"No, Master Hellios is not as frightening as I thought," I answered, glancing at Hellios, who only stared blankly at the ceiling.

His mother's eyes widened as she gazed back and forth between Hellios and me, evidently taken aback.

"I'll leave my son in your care; rest assured, our family will treat you well."

"Thank you, madam," I gently said.

"And tomorrow, your wedding will be held at the Imperial Hall," she said.

"Thank you," I was going to say.

"No," Hellios cut me off, "I have a wedding every time I get married." "It's too difficult."

"What do you mean troublesome? This is Fime First's wedding; we have an obligation to give her a proper wedding." His mother scolds him.

If questioned, I'm happy with whatever Hellios desires.

Hellios gave me a sidelong glance before departing. I let out a sigh. What a jerk.

"I apologize for his attitude; he had such a bad temper, but he is still a good soul deep down; don't mind him." I nodded and smiled half-heartedly.

She tells me about the wedding tomorrow, but I propose that we stick to Hellios's wishes for the ceremony.

Being married to Mr. Billionaire is difficult, especially when the public learns about it, which I do not desire. What about my privacy if a reporter is always watching?

Ch. 3

I returned home after a lengthy conversation with my future mother-in-law.

I was debating whether or not to enter. Well, I'm sure they already know I was chosen, and I'm sure my good stepmother will plasticize me once more.

Ts is a mother b*tch.

"Scar, you're so lucky," my stepmother said as she saw me enter the mansion.

What a surprise when she called me by my second name; we had suddenly become close. I kept going while raising my brows.

"The Larckstone Family is Asia's wealthiest family, so don't forget us when you're better off in the future; my lovely daughter Veronica gave you a chance."

I gave her a small smile, but I didn't respond.

well off?

Veronica gave me a chance.

How shameless they are. I thought to myself.

However, I didn't argue with her; it's like I don't have the strength; I'm too tired to talk to my future mother-in-law so I ignore my stepmother.

One day, I would step on these people who once dragged me down.

I bravely said in my mind before laying down in bed and going to sleep.

-EMPERIAL HOTEL-

The wedding banquet for Hellios and Mine This wedding is not the typical wedding that people usually do. Since this is also business-related, I chose a simple wedding. It was just like a party where they announced that we were married, put on a ring, and signed the marriage contract.

That's all that happened at the wedding reception, and now,

I'm here alone because my goody hubby is busy talking to his investors, but I don't mind as long as she's not a playboy or a chick. When I heard loud gossip, I took my wine.

'She's the sixth wife, and I don't think she'll be able to live with the Larckson family for long.'

"And what a lovely girl she is." It's a shame.

"How come she's pity when she's a gold digger?"

Even if I hear them chit-chatting about me, I'm still peaceful. I'm not the sort to take offense at what they say.

I was sitting in the rest area, enjoying a drink of wine.

The teenage girl appeared in front of me out of nowhere. Her newborn face was lovely and pure, with a sweet grin. She sat next to me.

"Hello, sister-in-law, my name is Daphne, Hellios' younger sister," she said, and I accepted her hand with a slight grin. I had no idea he had a younger sister; oh well, I only met him yesterday.

"I rushed back as soon as I got the news, but it's still kind of late." I giggled a little when I heard his Tagalog accent.

"Sorry, we're moving so quickly," I said.

I've liked her since I saw her innocent baby face, and there seems to be something in her aura that indicates she is kind to me.

We also briefly discussed something-what exactly am I curious about his ex-wife, so I questioned her?

Curiosity inquired, "Daph, how long did your brother's longest marriage last?"

"Hm, two months... three months?" Daphne pondered as she titled her head.

Wow, as in, how long did it take you? It's been a while; perhaps the rumor about him is genuine.

"You should ask the person involved," a chilling voice says behind my back, sending shivers up my spine.

I took a slow glance at the owner, who surprised me with a frigid expression.

"Hello," I answered, remaining cool.

"Are you planning to be scared to death, brother?"

"Hey, let me..." I didn't finish what I was saying.

"It's not good to talk about others behind their backs," he said, which startled me because it meant he had been listening to the conversation before.

"And to satiate your curiosity, my longest lasted three months, so cherish your time of being rich and powerful because it will be limited," he stated.

But all I did was smirk at him.

"I told you I'd be your last wife."

"You're such an arrogant woman," Hellios hissed.

When Daphne clapped her hands, I was taken aback.

"Sister in law, I admire you; good luck." I glared at her because I didn't understand her.

Admire for what, and ultimately, best wishes for what? Oh dear, is she thinking there's something between Hellios and her?

When Hellios pushed her away, I was about to explain. "You don't belong here," Hellios remarked.

He then grabbed my wrist and hauled me out of the ballroom without warning.

"Helloos, where are you taking me?" he asked, shocked.

"Let's go home," he said finally.

"But the banquet and guests are still here," he interrupted again.

"I'm not in the mood to stay here, but if you want to be pitied, then stay," he grumbled.

He released my hand. Is he concerned about my well-being? Because of what he said, I silently grinned, but I quickly raced away and climbed into his car.

"He's just acting!" I laughed, but he only stared at me, which I didn't mind. His appearance does not kill. HAHA! I'm still here.

The entire voyage, I kept my mouth shut. I really don't want to talk to the crazy dude who always responds with "glared!

Cont.

As I pushed open the door to their new bridal suite, a gasp escaped my lips, and my jaw dropped.

It's not what I expected, but it appears that way. I expected the room to be filled with roses, warm lighting, and possibly pink bed sheets like a typical newlywed couple, but the fuck this reality I could only see in black and white. There isn't a single pleasant or romantic atmosphere.

It hurts so much to hope! I really wanted to demand anything, but I kept quiet because this space is unusualause this space is unusual. "Go to your room," he replied coldly, pointing to the enormous artwork on the wall.

"But it," the man says, "is quite disrespectful; he never lets me complete my sentence.

"Are you sure it wasn't just a painting?"

"Flip it," he said, taking off his coat casually.

I groaned and declined to ask any further questions. I approached the enormous landscape picture and discovered that it was not merely a painting, as he had stated; I flipped it.

Behind the landscape painting is a door that leads to a little chamber with a tiny window. If you look closely, it resembles a prison.

You examine a proper prison. When this room was revealed to me, I felt a mixture of sadness and disappointment.

Is this how he truly treats all of his wives? It's no surprise that he divorced so many times because your brother has such a bad attitude.

"Shall we sleep separately?" I suggested it unintentionally.

Oh, you're stating the obvious, aren't you?

"Do you understand now?" he asks, sounding sluggish.

"Don't stay in my room for more than a minute unless absolutely necessary, and second, don't touch my things, particularly my bed," he said, pointing to his king-size bed.

There are so many that it's true: who are the two of us' wives?

"Do you have mysophobia?" I was curious.

"I'm a sick, disgusting creature like you," he mocked.

Is this a repulsive creature? The idiot is not only artistic but also pompous!

"How about the... Arg, forget it," I hissed.

"About what are the things between the husband and wife?" I could look aside since that's what I meant by insane.

Hey, don't repeat yourself; I just wanted to clarify. No, it does not imply that I want it as well.

"Don't worry, I won't touch a single strand of your hair, even if you're naked in front of me," he added, and I immediately looked at him! Oh my God, I scowled at him! And what about him?

But why is this so? I'm sexy and very stunning. Argh, delete that nonsense, Fime.

"Do you know why I've gotten divorced so many times because of that? They're always forcing me to have sex with my ex-wives." He's so arrogant; what does he think of himself?

When I looked at him, I noticed your grandfather's polo shirt, which revealed his broad chest.

"That's true; he's so yummy." reigns supreme!

I instantly covered my mouth with my hands because, holy crap, mother fucker bitch!

He inquired, "Are you an alien?"

He certainly heard a thorn being pulled out of my chest, and that's embarrassing if it happened by mistake!

"Uh, no, I was wondering if you were gay," my pest husband said later when I shifted the subject.

"What?" he inquired.

"It's not because I don't want a woman; I want a man," he says, glaring at me.

"And I despise women, especially when they start asking questions, so if you want to tag along with me, you better learn to be quiet," he cautioned, and I answered, "Sure, right?

"Shut up now, Fime," I told myself.

Then I should avoid those he dislikes in order to achieve my goal.

"Okay," I said as I moved away to enter my room, sighing as I looked around.

It's quite small, yet I can stare at it even if I'm not used to such a small space.

I removed my bridal gown, exposing my creamy flesh. I opened the wardrobe, which was stuffed with women's clothes. They were all high quality and came in a variety of pants, shorts, dresses, t-shirts, and blouses. More importantly, the price was still on them, indicating that they had been used.

I chose the plain-looking nightgown.

The little door suddenly opened as I was ready to put it on.

I caught myself staring at Hellios.

Oh no! The realization hit me! I quickly covered my nakedness with the nightgown I was ready to put on.

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO KNOCK." I surprised him, but he just stared at me.

He scoffed, "I told you I'm not interested in women."

"Put on your clothes and come out," he said before leaving.

My face is turning very red right now. Fuck that man! Even if I don't hit him, isn't that guy incredibly nice?

After getting dressed, I stormed out of my room.

Hellios was simply lying on his bed, his attention drawn to me.

"My family will come and check on us, so you must stay here in the room," I grumbled.

"staying here? And standing like a statue here?" I puzzledly asked.

"How on Earth"

But your grandfather's strength didn't bother me at all! I've killed him numerous times in my head!

5 minutes had gone by, but I was still standing while he pretended to be lying down while reading. Thanks to him, I'm sleepy now.

"May I sit here?" I asked, motioning to the solitary couch. Hellios did not object; therefore, I presume the answer is yes. So I went over to the couch.

But as soon as I took a stride, an arm seized my waist, pressing me into an embrace and spinning erratically in my vision.

I was resting on his bed, with Hellios pressing my body while I recovered.

His Greek god's face was two inches from mine, so close that we could both feel each other's breath.

"What are you doing?" blood pouring through my veins, geez! I'm flushed....

"I said my family might be coming over for a check," he declared boldly.

"We can wait for them with me just sitting! Not in this position. What do you mean by doing this? I thought you didn't like women, so what's this? Don't tell me you're eating your words. Hellios?" I yelled angrily.

As he moved his face closer to mine, I became terrified.

"Look there," he said into my ear, his arm firmly around mine.

He mentions his right side slightly, and I follow his glance to see that the door is not closed but slightly open.

"They're checking out," he says.

Damn!! It's embarrassing; how come I still know them this way?

What if they were observing us while we were doing something? This is extremely embarrassing, and I feel as if they want to ram my face into Hellios' muscular chest.

Oh, good movie; you made it to the end.

The Greek god's visage in front of me became even closer before I could respond. Hellios' chilly lips meet mine, slowly kissing me.

My eyes widened as I realized I couldn't kiss him back.

my very first kiss.

my very first kiss.